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Conway the Machine - Acetone Wash Lyrics



Conway the Machine - Acetone Wash Lyrics




[ Featuring DJ Muggs, CRIMEAPPLE ]

Look back-to back with Crimeapple
Clap the nine at you
Or I could send my guys at you
Crack ya pineapple they tried to lock me up
But they ain't have my mind shackled
Now right in front of city hall
They gon put my statue
That's off the rhyme, my shit is pain
Like being hit with flying shrapnel
Gotta be one of the illest
Throwin lines at you
Rappin like I was trapped in
A '95 time capsule
Bars hit you hard like a Ray
Lewis in his prime tackle
Forty in ya mouth, how does it taste?
Can't talk with a gun in yo mouth
I'm bout to hollow yo face
Skeleton AP, three hundred dollar
Bottles of Ace, i get the case
Money trails, follow my trace
I let this bitch off
Fire come out the nozzle and spray
I'm down to throw on that all black
And catch a homo and skate whoa
Got niggas runnin, tryna hop over gates
They not gonna escape
Told my youngin keep poppin yo Drake


I came from more bills, four wheels
And more Henny to spill
And dark forces just like the ones
That got some Kennedys killed
I let her know how the medicine feel
Soon as she mention the pill
I'm throwin blue powder in the air
Like it's a gender reveal
I'm sippin champ' like it's soda
Shakin hands with promoters
Got some fans out in Tacoma
Stash house in Bogota emittin toxic odors
I'm just my pops if he could hold his dreams
Taught my philly ratchet to spike
Your cola with scopolamine
In Cali' got the cholo lean
A chulo in a bugle smoking crudo
They said it resemble David Caruso, you
Gotta pay for the puro, te juro
I don't advise you taste
Shit I drop turn blue
Around cobalt thiocyanate
The fly relate, so I been straight
Before I spit on satellite
If you fresh to death
I guess I'm dressin in my afterlife
Closet look like I'm boostin
Keep company like I'm stupid
Getting brains until she Clueless
From Stacy Dashes that's Jewish
All cuz I grew out the sewage, I knew it
I had a hunch at least
Some judged me, don't wanna f*ck with me
Made em do it reluctantly
Begrudingly, and now who could f*ck
With me? I await
And probably die of old age before
There's someone that you could name
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English

Look back-to back with Crimeapple
Clap the nine at you
Or I could send my guys at you
Crack ya pineapple they tried to lock me up
But they ain't have my mind shackled
Now right in front of city hall
They gon put my statue
That's off the rhyme, my shit is pain
Like being hit with flying shrapnel
Gotta be one of the illest
Throwin lines at you
Rappin like I was trapped in
A '95 time capsule
Bars hit you hard like a Ray
Lewis in his prime tackle
Forty in ya mouth, how does it taste?
Can't talk with a gun in yo mouth
I'm bout to hollow yo face
Skeleton AP, three hundred dollar
Bottles of Ace, i get the case
Money trails, follow my trace
I let this bitch off
Fire come out the nozzle and spray
I'm down to throw on that all black
And catch a homo and skate whoa
Got niggas runnin, tryna hop over gates
They not gonna escape
Told my youngin keep poppin yo Drake


I came from more bills, four wheels
And more Henny to spill
And dark forces just like the ones
That got some Kennedys killed
I let her know how the medicine feel
Soon as she mention the pill
I'm throwin blue powder in the air
Like it's a gender reveal
I'm sippin champ' like it's soda
Shakin hands with promoters
Got some fans out in Tacoma
Stash house in Bogota emittin toxic odors
I'm just my pops if he could hold his dreams
Taught my philly ratchet to spike
Your cola with scopolamine
In Cali' got the cholo lean
A chulo in a bugle smoking crudo
They said it resemble David Caruso, you
Gotta pay for the puro, te juro
I don't advise you taste
Shit I drop turn blue
Around cobalt thiocyanate
The fly relate, so I been straight
Before I spit on satellite
If you fresh to death
I guess I'm dressin in my afterlife
Closet look like I'm boostin
Keep company like I'm stupid
Getting brains until she Clueless
From Stacy Dashes that's Jewish
All cuz I grew out the sewage, I knew it
I had a hunch at least
Some judged me, don't wanna f*ck with me
Made em do it reluctantly
Begrudingly, and now who could f*ck
With me? I await
And probably die of old age before
There's someone that you could name
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Writer: DEMOND PRICE, LAWRENCE MUGGERUD, SABASTIAN VASCO
Copyright: Lyrics © SOUL ASSASSINS INC




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